


The Night We Me

by thescavengergirl



Category: Game of Thrones (TV)
Genre: Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Alternate Universe - Ballet, Alternate Universe - Hospital, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Child Loss, Childhood Friends, Doctor/Patient, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, F/M, Friends to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Slow Burn
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2019-05-26
Updated: 2019-05-28
Packaged: 2020-03-17 17:38:22
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,986
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18969871
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/thescavengergirl/pseuds/thescavengergirl
Summary: It wasn't supposed to go like this, where was her happily ever after? Did she even believe in happily ever after's anymore?What happens when Sansa Stark ends up in Jon Snow's Emergency twelve years after the last time he saw her at his high school graduation. Gone is the knobby kneed little sister of his best friend. And what he thought would be just another patient hits a bit too close to home. A story of how you can't run from you past, because in the end, all paths eventually lead home. Hurt/Comfort. Mentions of Child loss and depression. Rating to be safe.





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> Sorry if things aren't perfect. I don't have a beta. Hope you like it. Leave loves if you do. Never written int his fandom so be kind please. I'll try to make a playlist. <3 And per always I own none of these lovelies. Enjoy!

There was so much blood, she didn’t realize there would be so much blood. 

Of course there would be that much blood. 

The could gel upon her skin startled her, the silence would have been deafening had it not been for the incessant clicking of Cersie’s designer heels finally coming to a sudden halt, drawing Sansa’s attention elsewhere.

“ I’m so sorry Ms. Stark, Mr. Baratheon.” pity filled eyes met her own, but she’d already known of her loss,well before her arrival at the hospital . “ I’m afraid there is no heartbeat. You said you had a fall, correct?” 

Sansa knew better than to answer right away. Her blue eyes carefully watching her nurse chart her findings. But it was Cersie Lannister, still preferring to be called by her maiden named despite having being married nearly three decades whom chimed in first, all fake smiles and proprieties. 

“ Yes, Silly little Dove, I’ve told her a thousand times not to be in such a hurry going up those marble steps, but she never listens. Do you little dove?” 

Sansa tried not to flinch at Cersie’s well manicured fingers came to cradle her face in what was meant to appear like a motherly gesture. But She knew, knew without a doubt it was a warning, not to disagree with the alibi being set in play. 

“ Such, a tragedy, first grandchild and all. Robert and I were so looking forward to being grandparents. As I’m sure Ned and Catelyn were as well. But don’t you worry little dove, there will be plenty of time for babies down the road after you and Joffrey have married.” 

Married.

Sansa rolled the overly auspicious ring around her finger. She hadn’t thought about the wedding in months. But she supposed the lack of seeing ones fiancé would make one forget they were engaged all together. 

“ And is what that happened dear? You slipped going up the steps?” 

It was nurse Nancy’s calm voice, and kind eyes that brought her back to her reality. Along with the burning pain and tightening across her ribs and abdomen.

But with reflexes like a viper, and the need to protect her family, her eldest son in particular Cersie was faster. And always ready to attack.

“ Of course that is what happened, are you insinuating otherwise? Because if so I recommend you explain exactly what it is you think happened. Because I most certainly am quite curious, do you treat all couples whom have just lost their first child like this, or is my son just lucky .” 

If her nurse was at all phased by a woman like Cersie Lannister, she certainly didn’t show it. If Nurse Nancy was worried for her job, she certainly remained calm and collected, smiling even. And while Nurse Nancy may have dealt with many women like Cersie and had the upper had, Sansa did not. Nurse Nancy would be rid them all in a few hours, and Sansa would have to leave with them. And if she didn’t stand up for them, and take their side she’d pay for it later. More than she already had. 

“ No, she’s right. I’m a stupid clumsy girl. She’s told me a thousand times not to rush those steps. And I never listen, this is all my fault…” 

She should have gone into a career in acting. She’d remained stoic until thus point. But something about admitting the fact she’d lost her child, to no fault but her own, a truth so far from reality had broken her. And she’d most certainly taken an award had one been up for offer. 

“ Alright now dear, I didn’t mean to upset you, how about we get some pain medication on board and an I.V. placed. Do you have any allergies?

After a brief patient history and getting Sansa situated in a gown and her I.V. placed, Nurse Nancy assured her and her company that a doctor would be in shortly. 

Sansa wasn’t sure how long they’d sat there in silence. Joffrey had yet to say a word since their arrival in it was probably for the best, despite the fact it made her worry with dread. Joffrey’s silence only could mean one thing, a storm was brewing.

She was just about to close her eyes , the warmth of the medicine sweeping throughout her body when the clicking of Cersie’s heels snapped her eyes open again.

“ Well…that certainly will make calling the wedding off all that much easier. We can state unreconcilable differences, on your behalf of course.” 

There were moments like this that made Sansa wonder what it was in Cersie’s life that caused such bitterness to grip such a beautiful woman. And then she remembered. Her father had originally be arranged to marry Cersie before he’d met her mother on a weekend trip with Robert. And falling in love quick and hard, her grandparents allowed it, after all the Tully’s came from old money out in Riverrun. And so it was after that, that Tywin Lannister thought the next best arrangement for his only daughter was none other than the best friend of her previously intended Robert Baratheon. 

Sansa watched at Cersie’s eyes flickered to her oldest child, all bitterness disappearing, softening in a way that only eyes of a mother can when she looks upon her child.

“ And then we can arrange for a more favorable marriage for you my love. Perhaps Ms. Tyrell , she is quite beautiful, and successful on her own. I’ve heard her father and grandmother have put her out in society, and are looking for a suitable arrangement, miserable Old Bitch. “ 

Sansa wanted nothing more than to scoff just then. If there was anyone Cersie hated more than herself that was, it was Olenna Tyrell. And yet here she was making it sound as if she’d be doing the Tyrell house a favor by marrying her son off to their precious Margaery. And it wasn’t as if house Stark were lacking in anyway. In fact, when Cersie married Robert, it was because her father had lost quite a chunk of money in the stock market, and Robert as willing to buy out her fathers shares with his company, a company he owned with Ned. A company that now had made Cersie Lannister a rich, rich woman. 

She nearly laughed out loud this time, her fingers toying gently with the catheter in the top of her hand. She wants to tell them exactly what she thinks of them how full of it she finds their declarations. But then she shivers, her moment of bravery gone as she sinks back against the scratchy hospital sheets. And what would speaking out do anyhow, what did it matter if she reminded Cersie of her husbands friendship with Ned, what would be benefitted. It wasn’t as if it would bring her baby back, the only positive thing that would come out of the next few days would be the loss of her child would get her out of the Lannister family, and back into her parents home. 

==============

Jon had bee on the clock for fourteen hours and thirty-seven minutes. Two hours and thirty-seven minutes longer than he was supposed to. He yawned into his cup of now cold coffee, his dark curls swaying around his head like a blackened crown as he shook his head try and failing valiantly to stay awake as he made his way to his last patients room. 

He desperately needed sleep, and a shower, his limbs felt impossibly heavy, and his stomach growled with hunger. He couldn’t even remember the last meal he’d eaten.Rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses, before taking another sip from his cup as he knocked quietly on the door. 

He’d been prepared to introduce himself when a flash of red hair caught him off guard. So much so that rather then enter the room, he took a step back.

“ Sansa?  
The last time Jon Snow had seen his best friends little sister was when he’d graduated with her brother from Winterfell High. She was a knobby kneed thirteen year old, nearly as tall as he was at eighteen, something that annoyed Robb to no end. And she was far too serious. She was studious, and tended to keep to herself, never as easy to laugh like the rest of her family. Definitely her mother’s daughter, although even Catelyn warmed up easier than Sansa. 

She was the most disciplined person Robb or Jon knew, and when he or Robb were volunteered to tote her to and from ballet, neither were surprised how quickly she advanced. Her discipline and willing to always better herself, landed her the best roles in the company’s productions, another thing that got under Cersie Lannister’s skin. Marcyella always coming in second to Sansa, but the younger girl never seemed to mind much, the two having formed a close bond. The younger of the two even telling Sansa in the midst of her mother’s anger, Sansa got the parts because she was meant to dance. And Jon couldn’t agree more. 

He’d never looked at Sansa like that. 

At least not really. 

He’d seen her dance plenty of times when she was younger. But never as she’d gotten older, as he’d left for school. But from what he’d heard, it was still very much a part of her life. And if she’d gotten any better than she was at thirteen. Jon knew she’d become an even more breathtaking dancer. 

But that little girl appeared to be long gone, and in her place sat a woman. A very broken and tired looking woman, only a mere reflection of that girl he’d left behind all those years before. The light dusting of freckles she’d berated so much across the bridge of her nose just dusting lightly over the tops of ivory cheeks were almost entirely drowned out by the angry purple bruise that started across the right side of her face. Her normally lightly pouted lip was split angrily and swollen in an almost cartoon like manner, and the amount of blood. There was so much blood he could smell its metallic bitterness in the air. The only recognizable part of the girl he once knew were the cornflower blue eyes that would never quite meet his own gray ones. and the distinct thick red plait of hair thrown over her shoulder, undoubtably covering another gruesome mark. 

Deciding he’d dallied around long enough, Jon finally stepped further into the room, watching as his nurse Nancy stepped into the room with him, offering him a sad smile as she rounded to the top of Sansa’s bed, reminding him to go over the chart, and the notations made his stomach drop. 

Patient: Sansa Stark DOB: 4/18/1996 

Reason for visit:  
Patient arrived on 5/03/2019 @23:11

Patient claims to have slipped going up a set of marble steps.  
\- Patient is 16 wks + 4 days pregnant  
\- Secondary facial lac  
\- Secondary facial lac / may need sutures.  
\- **questioned patients fiancee with no response. Fiancee’s mother however seemed rather insistent it was an accident, and defensive. Recommend secondary and private exam, or with blood relative.  
\- NO fetal heartbeat.  
\- Blood pressure 102/80  
\- 

Pregnant. Sansa Stark was pregnant. And she didn’t even look it. Of course he knew those gowns hid quite a lot, and he was sure having a dancers body was in her favor as well. That and the fact he hadn’t seen her in twelve years, to no fault but his own. But if anyone had told him at the beginning of his shift that someone he’d been practically raised with would end up on one of his tables, he’d have called them mental. 

It seemed in that moment Sansa finally realized another presence in the room. Let alone one she actually knew, her face flushing hotly. “ I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized you’d come in. Hello Jon…” she said in the quietest voice Jon noted, as if she were afraid to speak too loudly. 

Jon wanted to reassure her there was nothing to be sorry for. He should have been the one offering her apologies, and condolences. But it appeared she didn’t seem to want to speak too much, or couldn’t. 

“ I’m sorry but do you know my son’s fiancé?”

Sansa’s head snapped at the other woman’s words. Considering how just moments before she’d been speaking of marrying her eldest off to another woman.

But true to fashion, Jon Snow took Cersie’s venom with a sickening kindness only he could muster. It was condescending but you’d never know it, unless you knew him. “ Pleasure to meet you Ma’am, Sir. Yes, sorry…Ms. Stark and I go back to childhood. I graduated Winterfell High with her brother Robb, we also attended the University of Dourne together. Ned and Catelyn practically raised me. You’ve met me before a few times when I was younger.” 

It was then that Cersie finally relented. Her head nodding slowly as she remembered exactly whom she was speaking to. 

“ Ahh yes… Snow, Lyanna’s Bastard child. Quite the scandal. I remember Papa talking about that. So like brother and sister…I see, well can we get this over with? We’ve been her quite a long while, and we have a fundraising brunch tomorrow, and Sansa…”

“ Will not be going…” he interrupted. “ She will be here at least a day or two, and while I know Mrs. Nancy already performed a Sonogram, I as her physician need to perform one myself. And do a secondary exam, and figure out how Ms. Stark wants to proceed. “ But first lets do this scan again.” 

While Sansa had never been the most animated of the Starks, Jon certainly hadn’t expected her expression to remain so passive. Stoic even. And while Jon had long given up praying to the gods, having seen too much in his line of work, he couldn’t help but pray for some sort of miracle. Those still happened from time to time right?

He exhaled heavily as his eyes found what he was looking for on the screen, the black monitor giving away the woman before hims secrets. She indeed was pregnant. And everything looked brilliant, except for two things. 

The only sound that filled the room was the clicking of the machine as Jon finally turned it off, turning to stool he was perched on, his fingers gently making work of the gel across Sansa’s stomaching, noting the slight dark bloom of black and bloom tucked into her side. “ I’m so sorry Sansa…”


	2. Chapter 2

It had been four days since she’d been released from the hospital. Four days had found Sansa camped out on the couch in her parents den. Her phone buzzed again, lighting the darkened room up for the eighteenth time since she’d woken up. Not that she was counting or anything. 

Cersie. 

And every message was nearly the same as the last, only the context was slightly different. What a deceitful and ungrateful little bitch she was for not allowing her, or her precious son to be in the room as the gods took her grandson from this earth, she’d said. It was that text that sent Sansa into a fit of hysterical laughter, the sort that made her clutch her sides. Her brother Rickon glancing from his textbooks at the table, as she shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing their fathers bottle of gin from the freezer, pour a large glass and taking her next dose of pain medication. 

“ Sans, I don’t think your supposed to do that…” her brother offered worriedly, watching as her laughter subsided, before slowly bubbling into quiet tears. 

“ Oh fuck off Rickon…what are you going to do? Tell Mum and Dad? “ and she knew that was exactly what he’d probably do. And while she didn’t mean to snap at her younger brother, she knew he only worried about her. She was an adult, and if she wanted to make poor decisions like take her pain medication with copious amounts of pine tasting alcohol she would. 

“You know, you could just turn your phone off, or give it to me.” he sad flatly, leaving the kitchen table, shuffling into the den after his older sister. 

Rickon was considerably younger than his sister but the tallest, with Sansa coming in second. And with that even though it wasn’t the most common of relationships the two were quite close, her often having been more like a mother, than his own due to the age gap. So seeing her hurting, physically and emotionally bothered him terribly. 

“ Come on Sans, lets get you back to sleep.” he nodded to the couch, tugging her sock covered feet into place, and tucking the blankets around her body. “ Would you like a heating pad again? “ he asked quietly, remembering how badly she’d needed it the night before when he’d heard her crying on his way to the bathroom. 

It didn’t take her long to sleep after he’d gotten her settled, taking her phone away quietly, and turning the stupid device onto do not disturb mode so that only certain people could reach her. She’d need her strength for the next couple of days to come. 

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Sunday in Riverrun rolled in wet and cold. But Sansa realized as soon as they crested the hill and her Grandfather’s property came into view why her mother never had grown out of that homesick phase, even after all these years. With its views of the Tumblestone on one side and the Red Fork on the other, Sansa knew her family’s property was where she wanted to bury her son. Next to her Mother’s Father, with the best view of the Red Fork. Sansa had remembered many a long summer spent along its banks while her mother and grandfather watched fondly from his ridiculously large manor. 

It was quite here, serene, and the slight but constant drizzle of rain reflected Sansa’s mood as she stepped out of the families town car, her body shivering with the bite of the cold air that passed over her frame. She watched as her father and uncle Benjin helped Bran and his chair from his van, followed by her son’s casket. Who knew they made a casket that small?

With feet like lead, she was about to turn, when another vehicle caught Sansa’s attention. Her mother stilling at her side, her arm looping within her second born’s own as she leaned in closer. “ It’s Jon, he’s been calling for you all week.” 

There was a softness in which her mother spoke his name, of course Jon had once been a regular fixture in the Stark household. But Sansa couldn’t remember a single time she’d heard her mother speak of him in such a manner. 

The funeral passed in a blur, and for such a monumental moment. Sansa couldn’t recollect a single word that had been spoken. Of course she knew the gin, and medicine numbed her , and had something to do with that. But she didn’t even realize it had finish until Rickon was ushering her towards her grandfather’s manor. 

======================  
Jon watched from the back as the entire Stark family grieved. Of course he knew part of it was for a child they’d never meet, but the larger part was for Sansa. She looked haunted, and far away. And her youngest brother Rickon whom Jon was still very much still in touch with said more often than not he’d tucked her back into the couch after too much gin, and crying. 

Of course as a doctor Jon was supposed to warn against the dangers of mixing alcohol and pain medications. But after being reassured she was only taking her proper doses, if that, and with the smallest bites of food, Jon had to take a step back and ask himself what would he have done if he were in her shoes. And her brothers last words on the phone that night only reassured him further. So wise at such a young age. 

“ I promise Jon, I’ll look after her.” 

At least someone was. Sansa needed someone to look after her. The fire that seemed to burn inside her throughout their childhood seemed to have been snuffed out. And here in the cold and rain of Riverrun was further proof of the broken shell of a woman that Joffrey and Cersie Lannister left behind. 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat there just watching her as she gazed off outside the window. Hell he wasn’t even sure if she’d blinked. And it wasn’t as though he was afraid of Sansa Stark. But what exactly did one say under these circumstances. At the hospital there was a speech he offered, his sincerest condolences, and sometimes under dire circumstances for those particularly needy patients a quick and needy shoulder to cry upon, at least until a patients advocate could take over. But this wasn’t one of those cases. While Sansa was a patient, house calls, and attending funerals Jon was sure was not in ones follow-up care nor covered by insurance. 

It was apparent she hadn’t seen his approach until he’d been seated across from her, red rimmed eyes finally coming to fall upon his face as if realizing for the first time he’d actually been present. Curiosity etched and furrowed deeply into her brow before she turned back to whatever held her attention out the window. Not a single syllable being drawn from her lips. 

“ I’m so sorry Sansa.” 

“ So you’ve said.” she bit out almost bitterly. Not that Jon could blame her. He just hadn’t heard her use such a tone in a long time, unless it were being directed at one of her siblings. Never have being on the receiving end, Jon was taken back. But she didn’t seem to be finished just yet. “ Tell me Jon, how you’d feel today? If you were in my place, as I’m sure thats what you’re about to ask me next. I know you’ve spoken to Rickon, and what I want to know is why, you’ve never care before. So why bother now? Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go to bed.” 

He didn’t know what to say, and partially because she was correct. He hadn’t stayed in touch. Short of the occasional text between himself, and quick handed card at the holidays to the Starks. Jon Snow had kept away, with purpose, but with no real reason. He watched as Arya offered him a sympathetic smile, obviously having overheard the entire one sided conversation, swooping in to usher her sister off to bed, leaving Jon to mull over his thoughts. A dangerous task in itself. 

How would he feel? 

Hell he wasn’t even sure. He and Ygritte were no where near that stage in their relationship. They’d hardly had the discussion. And they’d been together for four years. Yet he hadn’t thought to bring her to the funeral, and the idea of marrying her, or having children with her. He wasn’t sure he could picture it, not with her. Not when she was so child like herself. 

And it wasn’t that he didn’t love Ygritte, he did. It was that nearly childlike wonder in which she looked at the world with that made him love her, that drew him to her. So unlike his own brooding character. She was lax where he was serious, and thats where their troubles brewed. She never seemed to know when to be serious, and everything was a battle. But her cousin Tormund one of Jon’s closest friends from work, and Ygritte’s cousin said she was difficult, and warned him she’d be a hard one to tame. 

“ That one has too much Tully in her I fear, in both looks and mannerism. Jon Snow how the hell are you?” 

Jon couldn’t help but smile at the only fatherlike figure he’d ever known, standing to embrace the man in a hug before they’d both taken a seat. “ you’re right about that, a fierceness to rival even Catelyn’s.” Jon smiled, his words meaning nothing but the highest of compliments. 

“ You know, Catelyn and I never got a chance to thank you. Well none of us got a chance to thank you. For what you did.” 

It was as if Ned were speaking another language, for Jon didn’t understand what he was being thanked for. “ Ned, it’s my job.-“

“ Yes Jon, that very well may be, but you kept them away. Robert was disappointed. But you know after all these years he still pines after Lyanna, and he hates how Cersie coddles that boy of theirs, even more so how he treats Sansa. While he was disappointed he couldn’t be here today, he understands why. And promised not to say a word. “

Jon obviously had no idea what sort of problems Sansa had at home, it was clear as day however this wasn’t the first time she’d dealt with her fiancé’s wrath, and if Jon could help in a little way it made him feel the least bit better. 

It was exhausting thinking about what Sansa had endured, all the while he complained about bad coffee and long hours. And as if Ned could read his mind the older man squeezed his shoulder as he rose from his seat. “ Don’t be so hard on yourself Jon, you didn’t know. A lot of us didn’t know for a very long time. Now get some sleep, we’re going on a hunt tomorrow morning, and fully expect you to join us.” 

Nodding Jon hadn’t realized exactly how exhausted he’d been until sleep had been mentioned. He knew Ygritte would be upset with his staying in Riverrun, but he’d purposely taken a few days off for a family emergency. And the last time he’d stayed in this Manor was when grandfather Tully was still alive, a very long time ago. 

The hallways were dark, and one might call them ominous had it not been for the right and aged wood that covered them, followed by the updated pictures Jon knew Catelyn insisted her father place upon them to warm up the otherwise dark home. Every so often Jon would stop, a particular picture having caught his attention. These were Jon’s memories that had livened up Hoster Tully’s home and he couldn’t help but smile. 

There was one in particular, a rare moment indeed just before Grandfather Tully had past. His last Christmas, they’d all gathered at the Manor, in front of the tree, John in his black shirt and sweats, the rest of the Stark clan clad in matching pajamas Sansa had picked, Grandfather and Jon having flatly refused. But in one special moment, it was Arya, for the sake of little Rickon that had gotten all the Starks, and Jon, and Grandfather to wear silly reindeer antlers , Netty, the housekeeper having caught the moment on film as everyone laughed at Jon’s disapproval, everyone else in a fit of laughter, but it wasn’t that in which made the picture so wonderful, it was grandfather’s rare and wide smile as he looked upon his family. Antlers and all. 

“ I forget some days what he sounds like.”

Turning his head, having been so caught up in the moment, Jon was surprised to see Robb standing besides him, his auburn curls mussed from apparent sleep. 

“ That was a good day though. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Granddad laugh and smile so much…I think he knew though. I think he knew it was going to be his last Christmas. Mom said something similar.” 

Jon had heard something similar in gaining his residency. That some people before dying spoke of their time coming. That they simply knew. And now thinking back to it, and that day, Jon could see what Robb and his mother meant. It had been an unusual day. A wonderful day, but an unusual one. 

“ He sounded like your uncle Edmure, but his accent was stronger. Thicker. Of course that could be because your uncle liked to galavant around and never spoke properly. As granddad said.” 

His words caused Robb to laugh out loud then, before he slapped his hands over his mouth, reminding Jon much of how they were as children. Worrying about being caught up past their bedtime.

“ Thats exactly what he use to say! Look Jon, I know everyone’s probably said it. And I know your a very no fuss sort, but thank you again for looking out for Sansa. She likes to keep us out of this sort of thing. And I know I’m going out on a limb here…and even asking something illegal but…” 

“ I’ll call you if anything like this happens ever again. Fuck legalities Robb. Sansa is family, and you don’t have to ask me. I’ll look after her, I promise.” 

Jon watched as Robb seemed to simply deflate, something he’d watched the entire Stark family do a lot of this past week . As if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 

“ Get some sleep Robb. It’s been a long week. And we are going hunting in the morning.” 

With another single nod, Jon watched as Robb headed off to his designated room, Jon soon following off to his own, smiling at how nothing had changed. Old band posters still flocked the walls. The blackout curtains that Cat had hung to help block out the light still hung, dust free. The only thing that seemed updated was the bedding. 

He stripped himself of his clothes, before slipping under the covers. Rattling off a quick text to Ygritte, watching as his phone lit up in reply, but having no desire to read her response he shoved his phone on the nightstand, turning to face the wall. And for the first time in all his years sleeping under this roof that Jon became increasingly aware of the person sleeping just on the other side of the wall besides him. 

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**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Thank you so much for the love and support! Sorry I'm writing this as I go, so I may go back and edit and add to it as I have no beta...and I'll probably have longer chapters, I also might make picture edits for this so keep an eye out ! So here we go, I wanted this to be longer but I didn't want to drag it out too much.

**Author's Note:**

> Also:/ I had to change some things around for the sake of the story. So obviously Jon and Sansa aren't related. Nor are Lyanna and Ned.


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